Original Poems Promoting Social Justice

Slave Master | A Social Justice Poem by Ndifreke George

He never repeats a wordYet the deaf must hear,Cruelty and violenceAre his best attributes.My face is well-colouredBy his supposed romantic touchesHis roaring voiceScares me out of my rat holeAnd I stand to saluteEvery whistle and callYet when he speaks again, Mr. Dandy,The same slave remains the succorThe bin he dumps and spills alkaline milk intoMore often than pleasantries,Comes the reply, “Copy that”!Just because I answer to his name.